everything inside me feels
s t r e t c h e d
like erasers, rubber bands and other stuff
that snap when strummed too hard;
stage lights glare at me-
they glare, shine, scream, yell
and ask me to
freaking’ get a grip and swallow the bile
and drink up my tears.
sometimes i reach deep inside
of me;
and rummage through the bits of pieces inside me
to find parts made up of just you & me.
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aww man. dude, this is just sooo raw. i mean, it was like whoa KAPUSH man. like..
KA BOOOOOOM!!!
anyhoo, i love this poem, and the whole concept of this. dude, u related yourself to a rubber band. i mean, thats just genius you know. and the "stretched" part. u stretched the word. wow, the way you play with words fascinate me i tell ya
and the last part of this poem was like a punch in the stomach. it was painful alright. keep writing buddy, and keep searching, i'm sure you'll find something 
with a tripple
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